Psycho: I'm liable to go Michael, take your pickJackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6(Ball so hard) Got a broken clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks(Ball so hard) I'm shocked too, I'm supposed to be locked up tooIf you escaped what I've escaped, you'd be in Paris getting fucked up too(Ball so hard) Lets get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin Ace on my sick Js(Ball so hard) Bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'YeChi town's D. Rose, Im moving the Nets to BK[Hook] Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me(That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray)[Verse 2: Kanye]She said, "'Ye can we get married at the mall?"I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it all."That shit cray, aint it Jay? What she order, fish filet?Your whip so cold  this old thing?Act like youll ever be around mothafuckas like this againBourgie girl, grab her hand, fuck that bitch she dont wanna danceExcuse my French but Im in France, Im just sayin'Prince Williams aint do it right if you ask meCause I was him, I would have married Kate and AshleyWhats Gucci, my nigga? Whats Louis, my killa?Whats drugs, my dealer? Whats that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say Im the illest, cause Im suffering from realnessGot my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh